“It’ll probably be short, that’s what his woman told me,” Jonathan said, and everyone laughed.
“Oh, you got woman jokes? I told your woman to give me some head………phones, so I could hear what she was saying,” Corey said as everyone laughed and then he shot the ball from half-court.
The ball stayed in the air for what seemed like an hour, then it banked off the backboard and went in as everyone just stood there looking, then everyone went crazy laughing and hi-fiving each other.
“I forgot to stop by the bank on my way over here; problem solved,” Corey said still holding his arms up like he was posing for a picture.
“You got lucky,” Jonathan said.
“That’s what your girl said,” Corey said, and everyone laughed again.
“I bet you won’t get lucky again, next time,” Jonathan said.
“Next time you can bet your money on my bank shot sucker,” Corey said, and we all laughed again, and Corey put his arms in the air like he was shooting a basketball.
Their laughter was interrupted by a breaking news bulletin as we walked out of the gym.
“We have just learned that Senator Fueller is the official nominee for the Republican Party for President,” we will have more on this story as it comes in.
“Wow,” Corey said.
“I know, he’s going to do it,” Barry said.
The ride home was quiet for Corey and Barry as they waved goodbye to everyone and they left the parking lot of the gym. When they got to the building and parked, Corey went to his room, and Barry went upstairs to tell Karen about Senator Fueller’s official nomination and the offer they received from the Senator’s client. When Barry got off the elevator, he saw Karen sitting at the booth, looking out the window and watching the same news channel that was on at the gym.
“How are you feeling?” Barry said as he sat down, knowing Karen hadn’t been feeling well the last few days.
“I’m good, did you see the story about the Senator?”
“Yes, and speaking of him, his client wants the building, three-hundred and twenty-five thousand a month on a three-year lease, so I guess we need to move if it’s okay with you.”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
“Okay, good. We can build something else. Maybe I can make you the beach bum like you said you wanted to be, remember at Sammiches?”
“Yes, I remember. I also remember you are going to be my bag carrier.”
“Yes, I do remember that part too, but at least we’ll be in the Caribbean. We can build or buy something nice there, I believe you thought one or two million would be sufficient and we are north of that number.”
“Yes, we are, but we need something with a nursery because I’m pregnant,” Karen said as Barry came over and hugged her, as he called out for Corey, to let him know he was going to be an uncle.
“Corey, come here quick,” Barry said, yelling for Corey.
Corey came running up the stairs with a gun in his hand looking around, as the elevator doors opened with a chair in it and a radio playing on the chair inside the elevator.
“What is going on?” Karen asked, looking around like she missed something.
“I thought you guys were in trouble, so I made a distraction,” Corey said as everyone looked at the elevator doors closing and the Spice Girls started to play.
“No, nothing bad is going on, but something is going on,” Barry said, and he laughed, then Corey put the gun down, looking confused.
“So, what’s going on, besides me getting an unscheduled cardio workout?” Corey said, looking at Barry and Karen.
“You’re going to be an Uncle.”
“Wait a minute, I been a lot of things, but I ain’t no Uncle Tom,” Corey said as the elevator doors opened and the Spice Girls were telling everyone what they want, what they really, really want.
Barry was laughing, remembering the infamous Spice Girls incident in Corey’s car.
“Mothafucka,” Corey said as the elevator doors closed.
“No silly, an Uncle,” Karen said, pointing at her stomach, bringing Corey’s attention away from the elevator and Spice Girls.
“Oh damn, you gonna be a baby’s mama, I mean you’re pregnant?” Corey said, looking at Karen.
“Yes, I’m going to be Barry’s baby’s mama,” Karen said, laughing.
“Oh man, I just had one of those things that Barry gets, what do you call it?” Corey said, looking at Barry for help with his thoughts.
“An epiphany,” Barry said, looking at Corey like he wanted to laugh.
“Man, whatever. Anyway, I know what we can name the baby,” Corey said, and he waved his hand at Barry dismissing his laughter.
“What can we name the baby?” Karen asked, looking a little sideways at Corey.
“If we take the first two letters out of each of our names, the baby’s name will be (Corey put his hands up showing them he was doing a dramatic pause, before his big announcement) Cobaka,” Corey said looking at Karen and then Barry for their thoughts with excitement in his eyes.
Barry tried to hold in his laugh, Karen spoke out, breaking the silence.
“That just sounds illiterate,” Karen said as Barry couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore.
Corey only had one thing to say, “Mothafucka.”
The End?
The story has taken some twists and turns that were unexpected, I’m the writer, and I was surprised. So, now the story will continue in Ginger World – Ride like the Wind. Oh, you thought it was over? Not yet, we’re only halfway down the Rabbit hole, and the madness meter is going to go way up. Are you going to take another ride? Will the Senator win the Presidency? Is Barry truly clear of the C.C.K killings? The new characters and continued story along with a full dose of madness should be your ticket to admit one to Ginger World, I’ll see you in the next book – Big Daddy
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